late night poetry.

hometown;

umbrellas in the sky,

bubbles are in the air,

bicycles are everywhere.

here dreams aren't deep,

but there's something to see,

dark streets with bright eyes,

beers, laughter, friends, nice?

i just don't see why

i should stay here all night

admiring the castle, eating ice cream,

when i could be somewhere else,

living my dream.

but for now

i'll stay.